"We are all family, so why should we be so formal..."

Although Zhang Lan said nice things, her actions were decisive.

She quickly took the "Great Unity" from Song Ning's hand, dipped her thumb in saliva and counted it carefully several times.

Ten for a hundred bucks!

Zhang Lan was delighted. She would get angry with anyone who said that she was a bad daughter-in-law!

"What do you want to eat tonight? Mommy will make it for you!"

The more Zhang Lan looked at Song Ning, the more she liked her. This wasn't even the way her son was getting married!

Simply bring home a golden baby!

"I heard from Qiao Bo that the egg cartons my mother makes are the most delicious. I want to eat them!"

Song Ning pretended to think about it, then said to Zhang Lan seriously, "Is it too much trouble?"

"It's not a problem! It's not a problem at all! Wait! Mom will do it right away!"

Zhang Lan happily stuffed the money into her trouser pocket, clapped her hands and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing Qiao An still standing stupidly in the yard, she glared at him angrily.

"What are you doing there? Why don't you go to the garden and pick some chives? You're so lazy!"

Joe·weak·helpless·poor·Ann: What did he do to anyone? !

Song Ning raised her eyebrows proudly at Qiao Bo. What do you think of her "money magic"?

Qiao Bo wiped his face expressionlessly and gave Song Ning a thumbs up.

Should he say that his mother was easy to deal with?

Or should we say that Song Ning figured out his mother's thoughts so quickly!

"Let's go quickly! Otherwise Qiao Junshan will curse me in his heart again..."

Song Ning was speechless towards Qiao Junshan.

In the eyes of her father Qiao Junshan, she is probably like Su Daji.

"Please pay attention to Qiao Junshan later. His luck is a bit low and he might have some accidents..."

Qiao Junshan's forehead is dark, and he may suffer a bloody disaster in the near future. It won't be life-threatening, but it will be enough to make him suffer.

"good!"

Qiao Bo touched the top of Song Ning's head with a smile on his face. He knew that the "little trouble maker" was a person with a hard mouth but a soft heart.

"Hurry up! I need to rest..."

Song Ning waved her hands in disdain. Her feet were aching so much, who wanted to stand stupidly at the door and say "goodbye" to him?

"Okay! Go to sleep first, don't wait for me..."

Qiao Bo took two steps and turned back, "Things... ahem... I'll sort them out when I come back!"

If Song Ning were asked to sort them out, she would probably just take them out of her bag and throw them into the closet. It would be better not to sort them out at all!

Qiao Bo had long been dissatisfied with Song Ning's room, and was planning to give her room a thorough cleaning when he had time tomorrow...

"Jobo, let's go..."

Someone shouted outside the door, and Qiao Bo no longer hesitated and walked out.

As soon as Qiao Bo went out, he found several young men standing outside the door. Qiao Junshan had a stern face and stared at Qiao Bo seriously.

"A man should focus on his career when he starts a family. What's the point of keeping his eyes on his wife all day long?"

"Uncle Qiao, Brother Qiaobo just got married, it's fresh now, and my sister-in-law is so beautiful...right?"

"That's right!"

The few young men who came with Qiao Junshan burst into laughter and made jokes at Qiao Bo with their eyes.

"Go away! What do you know!"

Qiao Junshan put his hands behind his back with a dark face, "Qiao Bo is a man who serves the country. How can he be the same as you?"

"Since you have chosen to give yourself to the country, you must work wholeheartedly for the country, and personal relationships should be put aside."

"I saved it, Uncle Qiao!"

Qiao Bo nodded expressionlessly. Uncle Qiao had watched him grow up, and he had no bad intentions. He only wanted to build Qiao Village well.

The higher the expectations, the higher the demands. Qiao Junshan is strict with him, which also shows that he has high expectations of him.

Such words have been heard a lot every time since he was recommended by the village to go to university a few years ago, and Qiao Bo has become immune to them.

Qiao Junshan's expression eased a little, "Let's go! The village chief and his men are waiting for us at the west end of the village..."

There were only eight people who went up the mountain this time, including Qiao Bo, the village chief, several team leaders, and a few brave young men.

Qiao Junshan took the lead and walked in front. Last time, he followed the people who delivered supplies to the archaeological team and walked for a while, so he roughly knew the location.

The sky gradually darkened, and it became even darker as we entered the mountains.

The village chief was holding a flashlight, a rare item that only a few households in the village had.

As soon as the flashlight came on, several young people exclaimed.

"What are you yelling about! Light up the torches..."

"Watch your step!"

Qiao Junshan said with a cold face, "Young people are always surprised by things they have never seen before!"

Don't you see what the current situation is? The mountain road is difficult to walk on. If you are not careful, you might miss a step and end up in trouble.

The people behind him lit torches obediently, and Qiao Bo walked to the side of Qiao Junshan.

Song Ning said that he might have an accident, and no matter whether what she said was true or not, it was always better to be careful.

Although the archaeological team's camp was located in the back mountain, the mountain was huge and it would take some effort for them to walk there.

"Uncle Junshan... haven't we found a campsite yet? It feels like we've been walking for a long time..."

"Hey... why does this stone look so familiar to me? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"

"Don't mention it... He looks familiar to me..."

After walking for a while, a few young men started shouting.

“We passed this place twice.”

Qiao Bo touched the mark he had made earlier on the tree and said in a deep voice.

"How could that be? I saw that group of people walk into this forest with my own eyes yesterday! The camp should be in this direction..."

"Qiao Bo, did you see that correctly?!"

Qiao Junshan didn't believe it and frowned as he looked at the mark under Qiao Bo's hand.

When Qiao Bo was carving on the tree just now, he took a few curious glances and roughly knew what shape it was.

"Old Joe, shine the flashlight over here..."

Qiao Junshan was afraid that he couldn't see clearly in the light of the torch, so he called the village chief and asked him to shine a flashlight.

"Really? Let me see..."

Several heads came over, paying close attention to the village chief's gaze.

"Go away! What do you know?"

The village chief angrily slapped each of them on the head.

“Really…”

Qiao Junshan's face turned pale and blue. He didn't expect that Song Ning really said it!

"Let's go this way..."

Qiao Junshan gritted his teeth and walked in the opposite direction. He really didn't believe it!

Qiao Bo looked solemn as he looked at the dark tree trunks around him. He had an inexplicable feeling that they might not be able to find a campsite tonight...

"Uncle Junshan, are we back again?"

A tall and thin young man holding a torch looked at the familiar terrain in front of him and asked in confusion.

As soon as the young man said this, several people around him nodded affirmatively.

"That's right! I was sitting on this big rock to rest just now..."

"The mark on the tree... That's right! Are we going to run into some kind of mysterious enemy?"

"What the hell! No way?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room could no longer stand.

They have heard the story of the ghost wall almost since they were young, so they don't know what it is.

Don’t say it, the current situation is really like being trapped in a maze…

"Could it be that something in the ancient tomb was released?"

"We won't be targeted by it..."

"Maybe! Otherwise, why would that group of archaeologists just disappear?"